Huangxiu

Chapter 863 Provocation
The three of them came to an abrupt stop and looked at Chu Zhiyuan who suddenly appeared opposite them.

He has a slim and upright figure, handsome and majestic, yet gentle and peaceful demeanor. He stands on the treetop, smiling and looking at this side.

He smiled warmly, without any murderous intent, as if they were old friends meeting.

Behind Chu Zhiyuan, a green figure floated out from the woods. It was Fu Zheng.

Fu Zheng held a long sword in his hand, the sword light was cold and the tip of the sword was pointing at the three people.

She had an indifferent expression and her clear eyes were cold.

Zhou Yifan's face darkened slightly, and he clasped his fists and said, "Greetings, Prince Consort."

Chu Zhiyuan waved his hand, his eyes fell on the two middle-aged men, looking them up and down.

The two middle-aged men looked gloomy.

Their eyes moved around.

Chu Zhiyuan smiled and said, "Yuanzhen's?"

The two middle-aged men still had gloomy faces. They didn't say anything, but just glanced around.

Their minds raced, and they had already considered retreating, but at the same time they also knew that it would not be so easy to escape now.

Chu Zhiyuan's lightness skill was unique, and the two of them could not match him.

Therefore, if you want to escape, you need to come up with a safe way to delay him first.

How can we hold him back?

It was too late to launch a sneak attack, so we could only rely on the help of others.

Who can hold him back now?
Neither of us can do it, so how can Zhou Yifan do it?

Their eyes turned to Zhou Yifan.

Zhou Yifan made eye contact with them and vaguely understood what they meant.

He thought for a moment, took a deep breath, and said with emotion: "My Lord Prince Consort is looking for me, right?"

Chu Zhiyuan waved his hand but didn't look at him. His eyes wandered over the two middle-aged men and he chuckled, "You're from Yuanzhen Tingfeng Pavilion, right? Unique smell."

What he said was not an exaggeration but his true feeling, a mysterious and mysterious feeling.

It was a common aura that was felt through Lu Haoyuan and some secret spies from Tingfeng Pavilion.

It is difficult to explain what this aura is. It may be some kind of mental method, some concept, or some habit.

In short, it is an indescribable feeling.

If you don't have any doubts, you may not be able to see it, but once you have doubts in your heart, you will be able to sense it in an extremely sensitive state.

"My Lord, these two..."

"We are not from Tingfeng Pavilion, but Tingyu Terrace!" the tall middle-aged man said in a deep voice.

“Oh——?” Chu Zhiyuan laughed: “The crime of impersonating Tingyutai is not light.”

"Our identities cannot be revealed, otherwise we will be punished for dereliction of duty. Why do you have to force us, Your Majesty?!" The tall middle-aged man took out a badge from his arms.

The phoenix-patterned waist badge has an ancient Chinese character "听" (listen) painted on one side and a lively Chinese character "雨" (rain) painted on the other side.

The tall middle-aged man held up his waist badge and said in a deep voice, "Please have a look, Prince Consort."

Zhou Yifan looked at the badge in surprise, then at the two middle-aged men.

For a moment, he was in a state of confusion.

Could it be that these two people are really from Tingyutai?
Did Tingyutai also instigate these two people to rebel? Or was this just a huge lie?

For a moment, he couldn't judge.

Chu Zhiyuan looked at the raised badge curiously and laughed, "It's really one of a kind. You guys actually managed to get the Tingyutai badge. You're really capable."

"Your Highness," the tall middle-aged man said in a deep voice, "We have urgent matters to attend to and cannot delay. Please, Your Highness, please give us some convenience!"

"Convenient?" Chu Zhiyuan said with a smile: "If Yuanzhen's secret agent can come and go freely, that's not convenient."

"Your Highness!" The tall middle-aged man's face darkened and he said coldly, "I really made a mistake. Prince Cheng will blame me..."

Chu Zhiyuan said: "You two should save your energy, what's fake won't become real."

He felt that if he didn't have super senses, he would really be fooled by them.

However, without super sense, you can't catch him.

He smiled as he thought of this and said, "Aren't you two curious as to why I came here at such a coincidence?"

Both of them looked calm.

This matter is indeed a bit strange.

This Ninth Prince Yujing, the twelfth consort of Fenghuang, seems to be petty to a certain extent.

He must have been keeping an eye on Zhou Yifan from the beginning and paying attention to his actions.

But before they left the house, they had already carefully scouted and found no one following them. Chu Zhiyuan said, "Is there a possibility that something went wrong with you three?"

The tall middle-aged man raised his waist card and said in a deep voice: "My Lord, please move aside."

Chu Zhiyuan shook his head and winked at Zhou Yifan: "People from Tingyutai, why don't you take action?"

Zhou Yifan was stunned.

Chu Zhiyuan snorted, "You can hide it from them, but can you hide it from me?"

The two middle-aged men glanced at Zhou Yifan and felt a little depressed.

They felt that Zhou Yifan looked strange.

I am extremely sensitive about this aspect and have always been secretly vigilant.

The two men suddenly reached out and slapped Zhou Yifan.

Zhou Yifan suddenly jumped away and said hurriedly: "Mr. Feng, Mr. Zhu!"

The short middle-aged man shook his head and sighed: "Xiao Zhou, you really have come to this point!"

It was just a test, and the result came out immediately.

He chased as he spoke, his palms moving as fast as lightning, leaving a dense mass of palm prints that covered the area.

Zhou Yifan drew his sword from its sheath, and the sword light surged like thousands of pear trees in bloom.

Each sword light pierced a palm print, breaking all the palm prints in the sky, and said at the same time: "Mr. Zhu, you have been fooled."

Chu Zhiyuan laughed and said, "You've all been fooled."

Two middle-aged men chased Zhou Yifan closely.

Zhou Yifan screamed and swung his sword. He seemed to be weak but he was not at a disadvantage with his sword.

He tried his best to defend himself, saying that he had done nothing and that it was all baffling.

But the two middle-aged men refused to give in and kept chasing him and beating him, looking like they were determined to fight him to the death.

Fu Zheng snorted and curled her red lips in disdain.

Chu Zhiyuan shook his head: "Let them do as they please."

Both of them could see that there was a certain element of acting involved. They might be really angry, or they might be pretending to be angry.

Chu Zhiyuan walked forward and continued to approach them, saying with a smile: "Zhou Yifan, do you dare to swear that you have never joined Tingyutai, otherwise the demon in your heart will never go away."

Zhou Yifan said in a deep voice: "Why not?"

Chu Zhiyuan said: "Then swear."

Zhou Yifan remained silent.

Chu Zhiyuan's move hit the vital point directly.

If you have not entered the realm of the Venerable, this oath will be of no effect.

But after becoming a Venerable, if you make a vow to your inner demon, it may come true.

After becoming a Venerable, his status suddenly increased, and no one forced him to take this oath.

The two middle-aged men who were attacking desperately changed their expressions slightly and their movements slowed down.

Then he glanced at Zhou Yifan, no longer hoping for luck, and turned around and ran away.

Chu Zhiyuan shook his head and looked at Zhou Yifan: "If they really escape, what will happen?"

Zhou Yifan's face was gloomy: "Why does Prince Consort have to force me so hard?"

Chu Zhiyuan asked: "Who is forcing whom? We should just leave them here, right?"

Zhou Yifan gritted his teeth and said, "My Lord, I admire you!"

Chu Zhiyuan said: "If you keep talking, they will really run away."

Zhou Yifan shook his head and said, "You can't escape."

The sword in his hand suddenly lit up, and then his figure became blurred, leaving several shadows, and in the blink of an eye he caught up with the tall middle-aged man.

Chu Zhiyuan raised his sword-like eyebrows.

Fu Zheng was surprised: "Isn't this similar to your sword, Your Highness?"

Chu Zhiyuan nodded: "It's quite interesting."

His own body movements became faster because of the Swift Sword, and this week Zhou Fan's body movements became faster because of his unique swordsmanship.

It seems that they have the same purpose but different paths.

However, the difference in power between the two is huge, the small one is dwarfed by the big one.

However, if the two can be combined, the imagination will be stronger.

(End of this chapter)